Waiter: “Something to drink sir?”
Greg: “A margarita on the rocks, please.”
Waiter: “And for you, ma’am?”
Michelle: “I’ll have the same.”
Waiter (looking to Laurel): “And I suppose a margarita for you, also?”
Last night we got a very rare opportunity to have just Laurel to ourselves. When this happens, we try to take her out for an enjoyable dinner somewhere.
She had a waiter whose sense of humor matched hers.
She got to talk to us without Ethan’s typical four-year-old interruption.
I think maybe she had a good time, too.